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PREFACE 1. ISRAEL BEN OLIEL 2. THE BIRTH OF NAOMI 3. THE CHILDHOOD OF NAOMI 4. THE DEATH OF RUTH 5. RUTH'S BURIAL 6. THE SPIRIT MAID 7. THE ANGEL IN ISRAEL'S HOUSE 8. THE VISION OF THE SCAPEGOAT 9. ISRAEL'S JOURNEY 10. THE WATCHWORD OF THE MAHDI 11. ISRAEL'S HOME COMING 12. THE BAPTISM OF SOUND 13. NAOMI'S GREAT GIFT 14. ISRAEL AT SHAWAN 15. THE MEETING ON THE SOK 16. NAOMI'S BLINDNESS 17. ISRAEL'S GREAT RESOLVE 18. THE LIGHT BORN MESSENGER 19. THE RAINBOW SIGN 20. LIFE'S NEW LANGUAGE 21. ISRAEL IN PRISON 22. HOW NAOMI TURNED MUSLIMA 23. ISRAEL'S RETURN FROM PRISON 24. THE ENTRY OF THE SULTAN 25. THE COMING OF THE MAHDI 26. ALI'S RETURN TO TETUAN 27. THE FALL OF BEN ABOO 28. "AT ALLAH U KABAR"

PREFACE

Within sight of an English port, and within hail of English ships as they pass on to our empire in the East, there is a land where the ways of life are the same to day as they were a thousand years ago; a land wherein government is oppression, wherein law is tyranny, wherein justice is bought and sold, wherein it is a terror to be rich and a danger to be poor, wherein man may still be the slave of man, and women is no more than a creature of lust a reproach to Europe, a disgrace to the century, an outrage on humanity, a blight on religion! That land is Morocco!

This is a story of Morocco in the last years of the Sultan Abd er Rahman. The ashes of that tyrant are cold, and his grandson sits in his place; but men who earned his displeasure linger yet in his noisome dungeons, and women who won his embraces are starving at this hour in the prison palaces in which he immured them. His reign is a story of yesterday; he is gone, he is forgotten; no man so meek and none so mean but he might spit upon his tomb. Yet the evil work which he did in his evil time is done to day, if not by his grandson, then in his grandson's name the degradation of man's honour, the cruel wrong of woman's, the shame of base usury, and the iniquity of justice that may be bought! Of such corruption this story will tell, for it is a tale of tyranny that is every day repeated, a voice of suffering going up hourly to the powers of the world, calling on them to forget the secret hopes and petty jealousies whereof Morocco is a cause, to think no more of any scramble for territory when the fated day of that doomed land has come, and only to look to it and see that he who fills the throne of Abd er Rahman shall be the last to sit there.

Yet it is the grandeur of human nature that when it is trodden down it waits for no decree of nations, but finds its own solace amid the baffled struggle against inimical power in the hopes of an exalted faith. That cry of the soul to be lifted out of the bondage of the narrow circle of life, which carries up to God the protest and yearning of suffering man, never finds a more sublime expression than where humanity is oppressed and religion is corrupt. On the one hand, the hard experience of daily existence; on the other hand, the soul crying out that the things of this world are not the true realities. Savage vices make savage virtues. God and man are brought face to face.

In the heart of Morocco there is one man who lives a life that is like a hymn, appealing to God against tyranny and corruption and shame. This great soul is the leader of a vast following which has come to him from every scoured and beaten corner of the land. His voice sounds throughout Barbary, and wheresoever men are broken they go to him, and wheresoever women are fallen and wrecked they seek the mercy and the shelter of his face. He is poor, and has nothing to give them save one thing only, but that is the best thing of all it is hope. Not hope in life, but hope in death, the sublime hope whose radiance is always around him... Continue reading book >>